Let’s take a short break from all those elegant Cannes gowns, darlings. Let’s let Miss Naomi shows what real attention-seeking looks like.

Diva, you are everything, but even you can’t make a hiddy pair of lace pants work.

LACE PANTS. EXCEPT FOR THE CROTCH AND BUTT WHICH WERE CUT OUT OF A MEN’S WEARHOUSE SUIT.

Sorry, but we feel the salient points needed to be stated loudly and firmly. The jacket’s kind of fun, but the rest of her look, down to the hole-ridden booties, looks like she’s been doused in some fabric-eating acid and it’s all dissolving right off her.

Sorry, Empress. It may have a McQueen label on it and you may be Naomi Fucking Campbell, but these two facts CLEARLY do not automatically equal fierceness. But MEGA-kudos to you for trying like hell.

Granted, when you see that many pictures in a row of Miss Naomi smiling, you can bet she’s probably trying too hard.